I’m so over this we have been driving around since midnight going from pack to pack and I’m deadly sick of people. It’s the same story over and over again. They ask the same questions and they are all nice and yet intimidating. For being Allies they seriously don’t trust us. Not to mention that this s****l bond between me and Owen is getting to intense to handle. Which bring me to now where we are trapped in the backseat of a moving limo. I’m going crazy it’s like something inside me is clawing to get out. I just need to stop myself for another hour. Then we would have reached the last pack.
“Is everything okay you seem tense?” Owen asked looking at me. I wish he would have kept quite and just never looked at me, because one look from those green eyes stirred everything that I was keeping
